SQUINTING through the curtains of rain that lashed on his windscreen, Liam steered his shitty little Nissan with one hand around the long bend towards Stepaside Village. ‘Fuck fuck shit shit motherfucker,’ he called out. He never paid attention to the little details, he cursed. Always acting before thinking, gut before head, that was him alright …. gut before fecking head. He needed help, he had concluded.